Woke up one morning half asleep, with all my
blankets in a heap, and yellow roses scattered all around..
The time was still approaching, for I couldn't stand
it anymore, some marigolds upon my eiderdown.
I'm just sitting watching flowers in the rain, feel
the power of the rain making the garden grow.
I'm just sitting watching flowers in the rain, feel
the power of the rain keeping me good...
So I lay upon my side, with all the windows
open wide, couldn't pressurize my head from
speaking. Hoping not to make a sound, I pushed
my bed into the ground, in time to catch the sight
that I was seeking.
I'm just sitting watching flowers in the rain, feel
the power of the rain making the garden grow.
I'm just sitting watching flowers in the rain, feel
the power of the rain keeping me good.....
If this perfect pleasure has to be, then this is
paradise for me. If my pillow's getting wet, I can't
see that it matters much to me...
I heard the flowers in the breeze, make conversation
with the trees, relieved to leave reality behind me.
With my commitments in a mess, my sleep is not
a way of rest, in a world of fantasy you'll find me.
I'm just sitting watching flowers in the rain, feel
the power of the rain making the garden grow.
I'm just sitting watching flowers in the rain, feel
the power of the rain keeping me good.....
Watching flowers in the rain
Flower in the rain
Power flowers in the rain
Flower power in the rain
Flower in the rain...
